That voice from deep inside



Pushing through

Turned upside down

Inside out

Tearing and treading

Snippets of sideways conversation

Building gold out of coal

Diamond shaped recognition

Blinding the dashboard

With safety lights turned on

Wind chimes heard faintly

Worms upon the surface

Barefoot and lonely

Peaceful and knowing

Logic to believe what can’t be seen

Faith to see what rings true

Gathering up fuzz balls to make it all new.

Bored wit it

The dance

fits of circles

Leading nothing

To no-where

To now

That country

This leader

This conflict

Fighting nothing

At no-where

To now

This city

Our family

The friendship

Lifting nothing

In no-where

To now

Your demons

Left hidden

Glossed over

Gives nothing

Gets no-where

Right now

Your back pat

False feeling

Hollow guestures

Grows nothing

For no one

Right now


Left idle

Pushed under

Ignites no one

For no-where

Right now

War is never the answer. BORED WIT IT!!!

The search for meaning

A little seed planted in the ground searching for the water buried beneath the layers upon layers of brown.

Separated by the color of dermis ornamenting each variety of flavors.

Trial and error to baste the roots today, some flourish; some die and others do its bit to suck in just enough to hold onto the sun.

Storms and frost keeping it all in check so as to level the field turned up for what.

A desert breeze runs down a thoughtless seagull at the mercy of driving to fast. Speckled red hitting the pavement.

She tells me to shut up for cheering her on as the ball makes contact with the bat; probably a projection of what I used to believe so naively when the maiden went snooping into my diary.

Sad face unnoticed by saving what we can this drought season before winter sets in.

Stalking the worms from the silk meant to be boiled and burned for my grandmothers recipe to open the lungs, yet her convincing tone sets others to see it a different way.

Locked into the work of the day and none the wiser to all forms of germination happening during the night. Narrated by supernovas and black holes.

Honey pots and strawberry guava ripe for the picking at the end of the bend, with no effort that our hands had spent on valley and acres ready to be put to bed.

Hissing wild echos chasing imprints of imagination under the covers, safe in the warmth and screened in for everyone’s comfort.

Searching for meaning with kaleidoscopes and newspapers screeching songs no longer heard by any sensible logic, enjoyed tenderly in those pages of his diary.



A ghost to you now




Erased from your narrative




An alien to your heart

A mirror

A mirage

A double

A broadcast to every breath

The only escape is denial

The only lesson is strength

The only sense is non attachment

Golden in seeing the good

Glory in seeing the light

Peace in rising above

To love without reason

To feel without validation

To see without being seen

spirit is spirit beyond earthly possession

Divine Justice

The devil will drag you under

For a very short time

It can seem like forever when the shadow is cast

and the mud is smeared over the light beings

The prophets

The spiritual warriors

But divine justice always prevails

and strips away every ounce of demonic jealousy

pulling back the veil of a mission unbreaking

All is in favor for protected children of god

The chaos that engulfed faith has now been lifted

The enemies of pure hearts sit in the shrapnel of manipulation

Nothing goes unseen by Mother Nature

And 3d clinging won’t last for long

Alchemist of the soul shall inherit the earth

and intercede with the blessings of the high priestess

Serving the lady and lord of better days


trapped in the web meant to keep higher minds low

shudders now at the sight of redemption

and love makes for tremendous armor

Know your power




Allowing hidden figures to suffocate on their own defeat

A moth to a flame trying desperately to grab a piece

Your temple awaits your awakening

In this life

I pray

Yet the next is guaranteed

Faith dear Angels

Surrender to watch them slither back to never land

spirit reveals to redeem

And the wicked has no more place in truth